There's a story to tell about days of oldA man and his gun, a street fighter I'm toldThere's one in every town, tryin' to make himself a nameIf he's quicker on the draw, comes glory and fame

They say he's always alone, he rides a horse with no nameHis only friend was the devil by his side but it caused him so much painIf his guns could talk, oh, the stories they would tellOf all the men who tried and lost, all the ones he sent to hell

They are outlaws, renegades, rebels on the runThey pay the price every day they live like the wrong end of a gunMove around from town to town can't stay in any place to longOutlaws, renegadesâ?¦ rebels on the runThings haven't changed much these daysFaces are younger, but still they keep playing the deadliest game

Brothers and sisters, what are we fightin' forIt's not for the fame or the glory anymoreI hear the mothers cryin'Too many children dyin'How many tears have to fall to bring this to an end

They are outlaws, renegades, rebels on the runThey pay the price every day they live like the wrong end of a gunMove around from town to town can't stay in any place to longOutlaws, renegadesâ?¦ ohThey're all outlaws, renegades, rebels on the runThey pay the price every day they live like the wrong end of a gunMove around from town to town can't stay in any place to longOutlaws, renegadesâ?¦ rebels on the run